Chapter 21: Daedric Influence

While Dipper, Mabel and Wendy where off to their missions, Pacifica was completely alone in Whiterun. Thankfully, the others have left a good amount of Septims for her. After waking up and eating, she went behind the house. She didn't want to admit it, but she was a bit jealous of Mabel's abilities, and wanted to try out some of it herself. Luckily, inside the book she found at Ustengrav, were some hints at how to use restoration magic. After half an hour of unsuccessful tries, she gave up. To get her head clear, Pacifica decided to take a look around the city. It was bigger than Riften, so much was clear. It also looked way better maintained. After a short walk, she went back home and looked into the mailbox. She found a letter. It was adressed at Breezehome, and send by someone called Farengar. She went inside, and opened it.

"Dear Dragonborn

I've heard that someone from your past moved in with you.

I'd like to have a talk with her, seeing as she had a conversation with one of the dragons. Jarl Balgruuf also wanted to see her.

Please, come to Dragonsreach as soon as you can.

- Farengar Secret-Fire."

Pacifica didn't know what to make of this. She knew that this guy was the court-wizard, but nothing more. However, and more important, the Jarl wanted to talk to her, which in turn meant that she was invited to the castle of the city, and hold.

After thinking for a bit, Pacifica decided to eat first, and then go to visit him. With that, she went to the Inn and sat down at the counter.

"Ah, the Dragonborn's friend. What do you want?"

The blonde looked what they had. "Nothing big. A stew is enough."

"Alright, this would be twenty gold then." Pacifica gave the gold and, ten minutes later, got a bowl of soup.

While eating, she tried to have a bit of a conversation with the Innkeeper. "So, anything new in the City?"

"Been hearing some strange tales of the Jarl's children. Say the one's turning wicked, and the others have an ill-favored look to them. Best to keep clear."

This was interesting to her. Although her own parents were bad, she still had respect for them. "How fast has this been happening? Could just be a phase."

"Unlikely. Appearently it happened overnight." The Innkeeper looked to her side, and started to help out another customer.

This was weird. Pacifica played with the thought to find out how this could happen. She was going up there anyways, so she could just as well have a talk with one of the kids.

After finishing her meal, she made her way up to Dragonsreach. It reminded her a bit of home, seeing as it was a giant mansion. Inside, she instantly found the Jarl. At least she hoped that it would be the one sitting on the throne. She approached him slowly.

"So, who might you be?"

She bowed down. "I am Pacifica Northwest. And I followed your request for me to come here."

"Ah yes. You must be the friend of the Dragonborn then. Great to see you."

"Why did you call me here?" Pacifica stood up. She noticed how the darkelf near Balgruuf was starring at her. It seemed like she was ready for a fight, which led her to believe that she was something like his bodyguard.

"It's about my youngest son. He's a dark child. I don't know what to do with him. He was always quiet, but lately… something has changed him. He has become brooding. Violent. He won't say a word to me, but i don't know how I upset him. But, maybe you could speak to him? Someone his age has probably better chances at drawing out the truth. I would be immensely grateful."

"No problem. I will talk to him." The blonde salutated, unsure what the right gesture in this world was.

The Jarl smiled, and nodded. "Thank you. Now, I think Farengar asked for you?"

Pacifica went into the wizard's room, and was instantly greeted by an explosion. Farengar got up from behind his counter. "I'm sorry. Just a little mistake with a spell I'm working on." He took a piece of fabric, and cleaned his hands. "You must be the friend of the Dragonborn. My name is Farengar. I am the court wizard here in Whiterun."

She shook his hand. "You told me to go here. What is the problem?"

"Do you know how you got here?" The question took her by surprise. Didn't the twins make up a cover-up story?

"Uhm, how do you-"

"It wasn't hard to find out. Especially since there's no Island named Oregon." Farengar leaned on his counter, and looked at her.

Pacifica sighed. The story seemed to only work with less educated people. "Well, I was outside, and got struck by lightning. Next thing I know, I'm in the middle of a forest."

"Ah, just like your friends. See, I am trying to figured out what caused this events. I have the urging feeling that it has to do with the return of the dragons. That is also why I asked you here." He took a piece of paper and a feather to make notes. "Please, describe in great detail what happened."

"Like I said. I was outside and got struck by lightning. Then, everything went black."

"So, you didn't experience some kind of nausea? Or other effects of teleportation? Like you would, in case you got hit by a teleportation spell."

"Teleportation spell?" The blonde asked.

"Did your friends not tell you? We think that this whole mess was caused by one. There is nothing else I know that could cause multiple people to get transported to another continent."

Pacifica was confused by the term continent. It was pretty clear that this was an entire different dimension, even she had realised that by now. But maybe the others let the wizard in his believe to not cause any kind of trouble. Appearently their cover was still working, in a way. She'd have liked it if they had told her about it though. "No, I didn't feel sick. Anything else?"

Farengar shook his head. "No, nothing. You are free to go now. Thank you for your time."

With that, Pacifica left his room, and immediatly saw the Jarl's son. She hesitated for a moment, but then approached him. "Hey. I'm Pacifica."

The child seemed to analyze her with his look. "Nelkir."

"I've heard you'd became somewhat of a rebell lately?" Pacifica asked. There wasn't much of a point in talking around the issue.

"So the disgusting pig sent you to bother me? One day, I will tear his face apart so he can leave me alone."

"Okay then." Pacifica deadpanned "I'm just going to leave then." Pacifica was actually scared of the kid. He seemed very angry. She turned around, but was stopped by him continuing.

"My Father doesn't know anything about me. But I know about him. And about the War. More than he might think."

That actually sounded interesting to her. Not only could she get some information, but also find out what exactly upset the boy that much. "What do you know?"

"I know that he still worships Talos. That he hates the Thalmor almost as much as the Stormcloaks do. That he worries about being chased from Windhelm. That he… that I'm…" The boy paused for a moment. "...that I don't have the same mother as my brother and sister."

It sounded like this was the kids problem. On Earth, it was pretty normal for siblings to have different parents. But maybe this was different here, or at least for Jarls. She put a hand on the kids shoulder. "Hey. Can I tell you something? Where I come from, it is nothing special, or bad, to have different mothers." The kid smiled. "From where do you know all of this anyways?"

The kid began to whisper. "This castle is old. Lots of places nobody's been in a long while. Places where you can overhear things. See things. And the wispering lady."

That sounded suspicious. "Wispering lady?"

"She won't tell me her name. I've gotten good at listening to keyholes. At the door in the basement, I hear her talking to me. I thought I was caught, but she started telling me even more secrets. But I can't open the door."

The boy left, and Pacifica thought about it for a moment. Who could this lady be. The only options that entered her mind where a ghost or someone who is caught there. She could deal with both. She took a silver mirror form the table, and hoped that nobody saw it.

She didn't even do it for the Jarl, or his son. It was to prevent worse things to happen. What the child was saying seemed dangerous, especially if someone in power got to hear it. It could cause an entirely different war, or rebellion. And since Whiterun was the last city that wasn't involved in the Civil War, Pacifica felt save here. This was something she didn't want to change.

The blonde went into the basement and, after some searching, found the door in question. It looked different than the others, and was a bit reinforced. She had doubts that anyone could break through it, which in turn solidified her suspicions that someone was held captive here.

She heard a strange whistle, and put her ear on the wood. "At last. I've been waiting for someone more fit to carry out my will." Pacifica jumped away from te door in shock. For a whisper, the voice sounded, and felt, strangely powerful. "The child is spirited, but lacks… agency."

"Who's there? Are you trapped in there?" Pacifica asked.

"Regrettably, I cannot reach your plane so directly. But I forgive you for not knowing who I am. Few hear my whispers anymore. I am Mephala, the lady of whispers. I tug at the web of connections between mortals. Love, hatred, loyalty, betrayal. The boy was good at sussing out secrets. You, I expect to take a more active role."

That was a bit unsettling. So, was this woman some kind of deity, or interdimensional being? Pacifica didn't know, but whatever it was, maybe it was able to get them home. "So, what should I do?"

"First you must open this door. A piece of my power has been locked away behind it, and even my eyes can not see past the seals. I'd much rather it be in the hands of an ambitious person such as yourself."

"And how do I open the door?"

"The whole of Whiterun is ripe with paranoia and tensions. The Jarl's court is right to fear the power I hold behind this door. The Jarl trusts few, and they will be his undoing. The dark child knows of what I speak."

"Does that mean I should talk to Nelkir again?"

"Yes it does."

Although it sounded suspicious, Pacifica wanted to find out who this Mephala was. She seemed powerful, and having an ally like that could prove useful. Thus, she searched for the child again. When she found him, he looked like he was calmed down. Maybe her words actually helped him.

"You… you know the wispering Lady, don't you? I can tell."

Pacifica nodded "Do you know how to open the door?"

Nelkir looked around, and made sure that no one was hearing them. "I told you. I know everything about this castle. For some reason that door is special. Only two people can open it, Balgruuf and Farengar, the court wizard. How you get it from them is up to you." His sister called his name and he ran off, leaving Pacifica alone.

She now had to make up a plan to get the keys. Maybe if she was quiet, she could steal them. That was actually the only thing that came to her mind. She snuck into Farengars room, and tried to remain as silent as possible. After she snuck into the study, she saw Farengar taking a nap on the table. It looked like he worked to hard and fell asleep.

She carefully reached into his pocket and took the first key she got. Pacifica hoped it was the right one, and went into the basement. The key turned around easily in the door, and it opened. The room behind it was very empty. The only thing in there was a table with a book and blade.

She slowly went over to the table, and inspected the blade. It looked a bit like a Katana, and was surprisingly lightweight. Suddenly, she heard the voice again.

"Excellent work. Now, I trust you're sharp enough to see that the sword doesn't match the description of the ebony blade you may know"

Pacifica took some swings to test the weapon. She had to admit, it was kinda cool. And it was easy to handle, considering the size. "Question: What is the Ebony Blade?"

She heard how the voice sighed loudly. "Maybe the boy was a better idea afterall. Just listen. It has languished too long outside the winds of alliance and betrayal. To return its past glory, it must first drink the blood of deceit."

Pacifica was shocked, and dropped the blade. "What?"

"Your world is admirably seeped in lies and inclinations. My blade is a darling leech that feeds on deceptions, and nourishes its master."

Pacifica picked up the weapon.

"Seek out those closest to you. The final pluck of their misguided heartstrings will accompany my blade in the song of your grandeur."

"Forget it!" She yelled. "I'll never do anything like this!" To her dismay, the voice stopped. It clearly wasn't someone good. It sounded more like a demon than anything. Scared, and unsure what to do now, Pacifica took the book and looked through it. It was pretty torn up, probably due to spending much time in a basement.

"To anyone reading this: BEWARE THIS BLADE!

It is hoped that the only people having access to this room should be the Jarl of Whiterun and his trusted Wizard. If anyone else is reading this, please understand the magnitude of your folly, turn around, and never even speak of this room or this blade to anyone. It has corrupted and perverted the desires of great men and women. Yet, its power is without equal- to kill while your victims smiles at you. Only a Daedra most foul could have concocted such a malevolent and twisted weapon."

She closed the book, since the rest was to torn up to read. She thought about it for a minute. The blade appearently got stronger if the wielder killed allies with it. One thing was clear. She couldn't leave it here. Not only could anyone just take it, and do whatever with it, but she didn't even want to know what the Jarl would do if he found out that she stole from him and broke into his basement.

She tried to hide it behind her back and slowly made her way back to Breezehome. She hoped that nobody saw her and put the blade in a weapon rack, next to the greatsword. She thought about what to do with it. It certainly made a great decoration. Maybe she would just leave it here, and tell the others to not use it if they got back. Still, the blade itself was unsettling. However, she was determined to not fall for it. She just hoped that the whole thing wouldn't eventually come back and bite her in the ass.

Mabel woke up in an strange environment. She was in the middle of a town laying in ruins, on some sort of bench. The ruins were still smoking, and the air was full of ash and dust. She stood up, and began to walk around. There was no one here, except for herself. Sometimes, she could hear screams in the distance, but when she looked, no one was there. There was a roar in the sky, and she looked up. A giant dragon flew over her, and spit fire into the city.

"H-Help." Mabel looked to her right, and saw the source of the strange voice. It was a little boy, caught between some rubble. She ran to his aid, and pushed the rubble to the side. The boy was free, and Mabel used a healing spell to treat his wounds.

"Look at you." Mabel was surprised by the new voice, and looked up. To her shock, she saw herself, sitting on a wooden beam.

"What- but-"

"Calm down. I'm not here to harm you." The Pseudo-Mabel jumped down, and approached her. "I'm here to talk."

"What do you want?" Mabel asked. She looked at the sweater the other Mabel was wearing. It was completely black and grey.

Pseudo-Mabel looked at the boy. "You're helping him?"

Mabel shrugged. "Yeah. He needs help."

She began to laugh. "From the one who did all of this?" She casted a lightning bolt, and shot it at the boy, who was thrown into the burning building behind them.

"No!" Mabel wanted to help him, but the building collapsed. She turned around, and starred daggers at herself. "Why the hell did you do that?"

"You're using your powers all wrong."

"What?"

The other Mabel wrabbed her arm around Mabel's shoulder. "We can cast fire, raise the dead, strike down lightning and play with people's perception. Not to mention our Thu'um. And what are you using it for? Helping people? What did they ever do to help you?"

"That's not the point." Mabel answered. She was getting angry. "It's not about a reward. It's about doing the right thing."

"Come on. We could do so much more. We could take over Tamriel, or even better, Earth." She grinned. "No one would stand in our way."

"That's insane. Why should I do that?" Mabel asked. She was getting creeped out by the other her.

"Because you can. There's no reason not to do it. Imagine all the power you'd have." She gestured at the ruined buildings. "I mean, just look at what you've done to this place."

Mabel looked around, and began crying as she realised what the other her just said. "I did that?"

The other Mabel set on an evil grin. "You did. No one was able to stop you."

Mabel fell to her knees. "But- But all of those people, they were innocent."

"Tsk. That's preposterous. It's not about them being innocent. It's about the fun."

Mabel looked at her other self in horror. "Why would you say this?" She didn't get an answer, and decided to get herself together. This couldn't be real. "I won't take over the world. It wouldn't even work. We aren't powerful at all. Even one of the stronger Draugr could stop us, not to mention Wendy and Dipper. Wait, why am I talking like I already thought about it."

The other Mabel began to laugh again. "Because you did, honey. You just don't know it."

Mabel clenched her fists. "Who are you really? Are you Bill?"

"Bill?" Pseudo-Mabel laughed. "Good joke. I'm you."

Mabel stepped back. "What?"

"You remember how you lost control at the assassin? Or nearly killed Faendal? That was all me." The evil Mabel stepped up to her, and looked into Mabel's eyes. "I am you."

"No, that can't be."

"Everyone has his dark side, Mabel. I am all of your bad traits combined." She picked her up at her collar. "Your magic just made me, us, powerful enough to break out."

Mabel tried to get down. "No. Let me go."

"You can fight it as much as you want." She threw Mabel against a wall. "But you won't win."

Pseudo-Mabel wanted to leave, but turned around as Mabel got back up. "It's the magic, isn't it? It's corrupting me."

"Perhaps. Maybe it's just the power that comes with it." She shrugged. "I don't know." They heard yelling, and saw a guard running toward them. Half of his armor was stained black from fire. He held up his sword, but the Pseudo-Mabel dodged the attack, only to set his feet on fire. He fell on the ground, and she approached him. "The desicion is yours. But remember: I'm always gonna be here." She raised her leg. "And you won't be able to stop me." She crushed the head of the guard under her foot.

Before Mabel could reply, her other self was gone, and she was left alone in the burning ruins. She began to cry. Above her, the rest of the building began to collapse, burying her under rubble.

The next thing Mabel knew, she was back inside the Inn, in her bed. She looked around, and saw Wendy and Dipper. Both were still asleep. It was all a dream. Not that it helped. Needless to say, Mabel was scared. She didn't want to become like the thing she saw in her dream. She knew she had to do something.

During their, very early, breakfast, the group finally decided on a route to Solitude. It led through Flakreath, and then past Rorikstead directly to the capital. Thanks to the three settlements on the way, neither supplies or a place to stay would be a problem.

Mabel wasn't sure if she should tell her friends about her dream. She feared how they'd react, and what action they would take. Of course, Mabel knew that she'd have to confront it at one point, out wanted to push it as far away from her as possible. In the end, maybe that would cause the problem to disappear.

They left the town towards Helgen, and at one point took a path that would lead them to the western parts of Skyrim. The enviromnent didn't change much. The way still led through a forest, mostly made up of coniferous trees. It looked like those were the main kind of trees in this province. Occasionally, a rabbit or deer ran through the forest. The street passed by a giant lake.

Wendy opened the map to look up where they were, and guessed that the lake was the Lake Ilinalta, which was located north of Falkreath. "Dudes, we are already north of Falkreath. Should we still visit the place?"

The twins thought about it. They could go directly to Rorikstead, or visit Falkreath and get some food. They decided the latter, and went south at the next opportunity. Roughly thirty minutes later, they arrived in the town.

It was surrounded by a wall, not to different from the one in Riverwood. The buildings looked like they did everywhere in this land, built out of wood and stone. One thing that stood out instantly was the big house in the middle of the town, which was probably the place the Jarl was residing.

The friends walked through the town and searched for the Inn. Their supplies were a bit low, and they weren't sure if it would be enough for the trip. From what they could see, the town looked very quiet, although something strange hang in the air.

After some searching, they finally found the Inn at the other entrance gate. The shield read Dead Man's drink.

"This name gets your hopes up." Wendy pointed out.

"Yeah. I think they never heard of marketing here." Mabel added.

They entered the Inn, and went up to the counter. The Innkeeper greeted them and asked what they wanted. The group bought their supplies, and left the Inn. Outside, someone who looked like blacksmith was approaching them. "Hey. Can I ask you something?"

The three exchanged some looks. "Sure. What is it?"

"Good. Have you seen a hound on the road? A fine, strong creature that's been wandering near town."

Mabel shook her head. "No, we didn't. Why?"

"I could use a fierce, loyal beast to keep me company."

"No problem. We will look out for it." Dipper promised. They were about to leave, but Dipper still wanted to ask him something. "By the way, what side is this town on?"

"You mean in the Civil War?"

The dragonborn nodded. "Yes."

The blacksmith shrugged. "The City, or me at least, is on Dengeir's side. The empire second." He seemed to analyze them. "Only hearty souls travel the road these days. The war bleeds Skyrim. It bleeds her dry and I think none of us are the better for it. Men and Women join the war, they travel far on these roads to spill each others blood."

"You are not to fond of the war, aren't you?" Wendy asked.

The smith nodded. "No one is. Especially in Falkreath."

"I mean, the city seems quiet." Mabel said, and gestured to the rest of the town.

At that, the man led out a small chuckle. "Only inside the Gates. Much of Falkreath Hold is wilderness and there's plenty of trouble to be had."

Wendy sighed. "That's just great. What's out there?"

"Frostbites, wolves, sabercats, spriggans, and recently dragons."

"Thanks for the warning." Dipper said, and they walked off. "And we will watch out for a dog."

"Thank you."

"Hey, why did you ask him?" Wendy asked Dipper as they walked up to the gate.

"Huh?"

"About the war. I thought we wanted to stay out of it."

"We are about to break into an embassy. I just wanted to know whom we can trust, in case we piss one of the two factions off." The boy explained.

Wendy nodded. That sounded like a good idea. However, it also made her realize that their current goal was pretty dangerous. Not only would the Thalmor kill them, if they found out, but it could also make them enemies with the whole empire. And seeing how they like their beheadings, that certainly wouldn't be a good thing.

Outside the city, it didn't take long until a dog actually ran up to them. Its fur had a gray color. Mabel instantly went on her knees to pet it.

The animal seemed to enjoy it, and took the petting for a minute, until it did something none of them expected. "I appreciate the petting. You are exactly what I was looking for."

The three jumped back, and were unable to close their mouths. "I think I'm high. Or drunk. Or both." Wendy muttered.

"Skyrim is now host to giant, flying lizard and two-legged cat-men…" The dog seemed to shake his head. "and you're surprised by me? Yes. I just talked. And am continuing to do so."

Mabel slowly turned her head toward her brother. "Dipper? Did I take the Smile Dip again?"

He continued to stare at the animal. "No, we can hear it too."

"You see, my name is Barbas. And I have a problem I think you can help sort out."

Dipper chuckled. "What do you need help with? Catching a cat? Finding a Hydrant?"

"None of that. My master and I had a bit of a falling out. We got into an argument and it got rather… heated. He's kicking me out until I find someone who can settle our disagreement." Barbas made the best puppy eyes he could. "And that's where you come in."

"Well, we would like to, but we have a strict schedule. We have to be in Solitude in, like, two days." Wendy explained, and was already about to leave.

"Yes, I understand. But if you want to help me, you can find me at Haemar's Shame."

"Where's that?" Mabel asked.

"You have a map?"

Wendy nodded, and pulled it out. The dog put his paw on the map, and showed a region close to Helgen. "Isn't it, like, super cold there?"

The dog nodded. "It is."

"I got an idea." Mabel said. "What if you stay with us 'til we have the time? We could give you food, you'd have a warm place to stay..."

"I like that idea." The dog answered, and began to wiggle his tail. "Where do I have to go?"

"Whiterun, in Breezehome. Our friend will be more than happy to take care of you." Mabel began petting the dog again. "Do you wanna do that, little puppy?"

"Puppy? Very funny. My Master is Clavicus Vile, Daedric Prince of wishes. As you can imagine he is quiet the important person."

Dipper looked at the dog in confusion. "So, you're royalty?"

Barbas thought for a moment. "Kind of. Well, I'm off to Whiterun then. Goodbye friends." The dog ran off, and disappeared in the plant life.

"So, we just made friends with a talking dog. Anyone wanna talk about that?" Wendy asked. She still couldn't fully believe what just happened.

"How was he even able to talk?" Dipper thought out loud.

"Don't know." Mabel shrugged. "Maybe he is magic." Her eyes widened. "Oh my gosh. We just met an magic puppy prince."

Wendy and Dipper both stared at Mabel. "I… I guess?"

"Can we go?" Wendy asked, and pointed at her wrist as if she was wearing a watch. "We still have to be in Solitude in time."

Her friends nodded, and they continued their way toward Rorikstead. This was already one of the weirdest days they had.

In Whiterun, Pacifica was still thinking about the sword. It worried her, and she regretted her decision to bring it here. She had thought about hiding it somewhere, but was unable to find any place where it could fit, and never be found again. It even crossed her mind to open up the floor and put it under the wood, but neither did she know how to repair it afterwards, or how to open it in the first place.

She was ripped out of her thoughts as someone knocked at the door. The girl opened the door, and was surprised to see a dog standing there. It ran past her, and sat down on the floor. "Uhm?"

The dog looked at her, and turned his head to the side. "Hey, I'm Barbas."

Pacifica jumped back in shock. "What the hell?"

"Why is everyone surprised about a talking dog?" Barbas sounded like it was a daily occurence to him.

The blonde waited a moment to collect her thoughts. "Why shouldn't I be?"

The dog curled up on the ground. "Anyway, can you give me something to eat? I'm hungry."

"What? No! Why should I?" Pacifca answered.

"Because your friends said so."

Pacifica realized what that meant. "They send you here, didn't they?"

Barbas nodded. "Can I have my food now?"

The blonde sighed, and walked over to the kitchen, where she searched through the supplies. "They are finding more and more ways to make my life harder." She pulled out a raw steak, and gave it to the dog, who started eating.

While he did that, Barbas looked over to the weapon rack. "Is that the legendary Ebony blade?"

The Northwest starred at the dog in surprise. "You know about it?"

"Sure. Powerful artifact, property of Mephala. How did you get it?"

She sat down, and looked at the ground. "I guess I stole it? Wait, do you know how I can get rid of it?"

"That's simple."

The blond began to smile. Finally, she could get rid of the damn thing.

"You can't."

And her smile turned into a frown. "But- But I have to get-"

"Whatever you'll try, it won't work. Trust me. We Daedra are deities. Such are our artifacts. Only a couple of them are able to get destroyed."

That surprised Pacifica. The last thing she expected about the dog was him to be on of those Daedra. "You are a Daedra too?"

"In a way." The dog picked up the rest of the steak and, again to Pacifica's surprise, put it into a sack. At least the thing kept clean after himself. "I'm the dog of Clavicus Vile, but also, technically, part of him. It's complicated."

Pacifica leaned back in her chair. "Great. I messed up big time, didn't I?"

Barbas sat down in front of her. "Well, if you got enough willpower, it may not affect you."

That caught her interest. "What happens if it does?"

"Then you'll betray those close to you." As if he was scared, the dog took some steps back.

"Ugh. Can't you help me out? With hiding it, I mean?"

Barbas seemed to think about it. "Sure, why not."

And the 21th Chapter is up.

In case anyone wonders, yes, Barbas is gonna be more important of a character than in the game.

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